"Vinnie, is the silver car right on your tail with the license plate ending in 23 Ruben's?" Borys' voice crackled through the phone, which reminded Vinnie that their call was still active!
Borys almost chuckled at the annoying scene, and he swerved to accelerate past the silver vehicle. A quick glance confirmed his suspicion—it was indeed Ruben.
He couldn't resist a jab. "Heading to a secret rendezvous with your old flame? And now he can't seem to let you go?"
"Borys, I'm not in the mood for jokes," Vinnie snapped, her brow furrowed in frustration. "I think he's had someone tracking me. I have no idea what he's up to!"
"Whatever his plans are," Borys replied, his voice hardening into a cold resolve, "you think he can lay a finger on you with me here?"
"You better be right," Vinnie mut
